<h1>The Road Not Taken - Robert Frost</h1>
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,<br />
And sorry I could not travel both<br />
And be one traveler, long I stood<br />
And looked down one as far as I could<br />
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
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Then took the other, as just as fair,<br />
And having perhaps the better claim,<br />
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;<br />
Though as for that the passing there<br />
Had worn them really about the same,
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And both that morning equally lay<br />
In leaves no step had trodden black<br />
Oh, I kept the first for another day!<br />
Yet knowing how way leads on the way,<br />
I doubted if I should ever come back.
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I shall be telling this with a sigh<br />
Somewhere ages and ages hence.<br />
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--<br />
I took the one less traveled by,<br />
And that has made all the difference.
